Journal—An Ongoing Dialog Between thiaBasilia And Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …
Living the life of a millionaire who has not got two coins to rub together ….?
Tuesday, March 20, 2018 at 12:38 am.
I’m living the life of a millionaire who has not got two coins to rub together. That is two coins to rub together on hand, but!
At my disposal? My Father owns the cattle of a thousand hills. Unlimited wealth is at my disposal. My Father sees to it that I lack for nothing of eternal value.
By all means! I live an enviable life, and? Numerous souls are catching my drift. Numerous souls? Ha! I’m the one that just now is catching my own drift! Duh!
My Miracles? Just water on the pipes to others. Hahaha! ….?
O but what a Mighty Yah I serve. Like I wrote previously, the water situation is terrible over here in Jordan, but! Father takes care of my water supply.
The night before last? I went to bed thinking that I had exhausted the water to flush my toilet. After a few minutes in bed I heard water dripping. I quickly went to check.
Wow! The toilet tank was getting replenished. I checked the kitchen. I put a bottle under the faucet and open it up. Ha! Water began to drip until it filled my big container then? It stopped! No problem anymore. And what is the comment I heard?
“That was water retained in the pipes!” Ah! the human mind. The pity of not recognizing the loving care of a Father in the simplest of ways. O well!
No matter. Water on the pipes or not? I’m going on ….?
Father is working things out. No problem. I am going on and on! No longer any worries or fears or doubts or human reasoning whatsoever. That’s my life!
It’s now 12:16 pm. Much reflecting. Reconsidering all my options. Looking at things the way they are soberly.
Whatever I mess-up in the past? Father is fixing up at last! How….?
O my Father? But You know all about what’s going through my mind nowadays. You are balancing my past with my present. Whatever I mess-up in the past?
In the present? That past is the fertilizer for the grounds of the present in Your Presence. It is all as You promised it should be. It’s written,
All Has Been Heard; The End Of The Matter Is:
- Fear The Almighty [Revere And Worship Him, Knowing That He Is].
- Keep His Commandments
- For This Is The Whole Of Man [The Full, Original Purpose Of His Creation
- The Object Of Almighty Yahuwah’s Providence.
- The Root Of Character
- The Foundation Of All Happiness
- The Adjustment To All Inharmonious Circumstances And Conditions Under The Sun And The Whole Duty For Every Man
- For The Almighty Shall Bring Every Work Into Judgment, With Every Secret Thing, Whether It Is Good Or Evil.
Hum! I don’t know how to write what goes now in my mind, but! I can wait until ….?
This last verse? That’s what always goes through my mind. Why all the pain and suffering in this insanity ridden world?
Father? I don’t know what or how to write what goes through my mind. Perhaps I need to continue with the graphics.
Perhaps it’s Your will for me to continue the quest for a site to stand up as You will have it to be. I will wait. One passage of Scripture stands up right now in reference to pain and suffering.
The Blissful Things To Come ….?
But what of that? For I consider that the sufferings of this present time (this present life) are not worth being compared with the esteem that is about to be revealed to us and in us and for us and conferred on us!
For even the whole creation (all nature) waits expectantly and longs earnestly for Our Creator’s sons to be made known waits for the revealing, the disclosing of their sonship.
For the creation (nature) was subjected to frailty (to futility, condemned to frustration), not because of some intentional fault on its part, but by the will of Him Who so subjected it—yet with the hope that nature (creation) itself will be set free from its bondage to decay and corruption and gain an entrance into the esteemed freedom of Our Creator’s children.
We know that the whole creation of irrational creatures has been moaning together in the pains of labor until now.
And not only the creation, but we ourselves too, who have and enjoy the first-fruits of the Set Apart Spirit a foretaste of the blissful things to come groan inwardly as we wait for the redemption of our bodies from sensuality and the grave, which will reveal our adoption (our manifestation as Our Creator’s sons).
For in this hope we were saved. But hope the object of which is seen is not hope. For how can one hope for what he already sees?
But if we hope for what is still unseen by us, we wait for it with patience and composure.
I will expand on this later. The graphics and the site are in mind right now. You will show me what to write on this matter if anymore is there to write.
I Been Wondering. Pondering I Been. Where Am I Going With All Of This, My Father?
Wednesday, March 21, 2018 at 4:43 am.
That was my last post. I will quote an excerpt from that link mainly for my own self. I’m forgetful, you know? lol
O well! I’ll skip that excerpt–to long to insert. What Now? I’ll Continue With The Kind Of Life I’m Living in the next post, I hope.
Meantime and until the next post? His love in my heart for you and for all stays there to stay for eternity, thiaBasilia.
